" This was in the late ' 50s , and I am 70 years previous now . In all of this fourth dimension , I still have no memory of what happened during those miss hour , or how I got on that pavement . "
WARNING : This clause contains mentions of injury , death , and suicide . Please proceed with caution .
1.“I used to get migraines after my son was born. I would have auras that looked like people-shaped shadows just on the periphery. The migraines eventually stopped, and so did the shadows. Fast-forward four years, and we were living in a new house. I started seeing the shadows again and worried about the migraines coming back. However, the migraines never came, and the shadows weren’t random people shapes like before. It looked liked someone peeking around corners or into doorways. When I looked directly, though, it would be gone. I essentially ignored it until one morning, my now-4-year-old son started grumbling. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, ‘I hate that peeking guy! He always peeks around corners, and it bugs me!’ I had never told anyone about the shadows I was seeing. Turns out he saw them, too.”
— Anonymous
2.“When my son was around 4, my father came to visit. Every time my dad came, something weird would happen. This time he stayed with us at our house. The first night, I woke up around 3 a.m. I went in my son’s room to check on him, and I heard music. He had a plastic pinwheel that played ‘It’s a Small World’ when it spun. The song was playing, but the pinwheel wasn’t spinning. I chalked it up to a glitch with the toy. The next night when I checked on my son, I heard this weird sound. I saw my son’s remote control car seemingly suspended in air above his toy chest, with the wheels spinning. It wasn’t moving, just hovering there. I freaked out and left the room. My son was dead asleep the whole time. My dad left that day, and the weird activity stopped. I finally got the courage a few days later to inspect the car…there were no batteries in it.”
3.“One night when I was at home with my husband, I wanted to watch TV, and he wanted to play games on the computer. That was fine with me, so I found a movie on TV and watched the whole thing by myself. It was a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood with a twist ending. I liked it so much that I told my husband about it and said he should watch it, too. I looked for it the next day, but couldn’t find it. A couple of months later while at the theater, we saw a trailer for the Little Red Riding Hood movie I’d watched. My husband said it looked good and that we should go see it. I was so confused and amazed, because it wasthe same movieI watched on regular TV. I usually have a terrible memory with movies, but I can remember this one clearly. The actors, the story, the twist ending, everything. I see it pop up from time to time and still remember watching it at home, on my couch, with my husband in the other room on the computer, months before even a trailer came out.”
4.“When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I visited my grandmother with my sister in Arlington, Virginia, close to Washington, DC. We had been walking into a wooded area just outside of the apartment complex where my grandmother lived, where we met a young girl. We played at her house for a couple of hours, and then left to go back home. The next morning, I got up early, before anyone else was up, to go back and see if I could find the house where the little girl lived so we could play together again. I made a peanut butter sandwich to eat for breakfast, and took off to find her. The last thing that I remember was walking into the wooded area near her house. This was probably around 9 or 10 in the morning. At that point, I lost hours of time. I suddenly woke up on a sidewalk in town, with ants crawling all over me from the peanut butter sandwich, which laid uneaten beside me.”
" Of naturally , I was disoriented and scared . I screamed and cried until a nice lady come out of her firm to take me in and clean me up . She called the police , who amount and talked to me to see if they could chance out where I lived . I did n’t know how to get there because I was so young — I could only essay to key the lieu to them . They must have visualise out where to take me , and we got into the police car to leave . I remember the forest that they drove through , but I do n’t think anything about how I got from that place to town . There had to be about five hour of missing time from when I bulge out into the woods and when I wake up on the pavement , scream . It was like I was plopped down from the woodwind instrument into the metropolis . This was in the recent ' fifty , and I am 70 days erstwhile now . In all of this time , I still have no memory of what pass during those lost hours , or how I got on that pavement ! "
5.“I used to be a big Bon Jovi fan when I was a teen.Keep the Faithwas my favorite album of theirs, and I listened to it all the time. I’d play the CD during the day in my mini system (we’re talking late ’90s here), and then I’d listen to it my discman when I went to bed so as not to disturb my parents. One evening, I took the CD out of the CD player and put it in my discman as usual. In the morning, I took it back out to put in my CD player…but when I opened the player, the album was already in there. Yet, it was also in my hand. To this day, I’ve no idea how this happened, and I still have both copies. I theorized at the time that maybe two had been stuck together and after years of owning it, they finally came apart. This theory was soon debunked when I discovered that stacked together they were too thick to fit in the CD player. This is one of those weird mysteries that will always baffle me.”
6.“In July of 2020, I had a dream that I was squatting on the floor, holding up a flashlight, and picking through my destroyed items. In my dream, I don’t know what happened, but my home was destroyed, and I was trying to salvage some items. A coworker was with me and was laughing about it, and I told her it wasn’t funny. When I woke up from the dream, I didn’t think anything of it. It was really nothing, I basically forgot about it. Fast-forward, and a month later, I had just been allowed back into my condo after a fire had ripped through my building, destroying my suite and everything I owned in early August. I was lucky it was water damage, so I could salvage jewelry and whatnot. So there I was, squatting in my walk-in closet with a flashlight (no electricity). All of a sudden, I realized that this was the same scene from my dream that I had dreamt about six weeks earlier.”
" And the coworker ? I ’ll call her Jane . A few days after my fire , I have it off that her and some other coworkers had die off to a friend ’s cabin ( a pre - planned slip ) . I got together with one of the other coworkers in September . I ’ll call her Sandy . She tell me how uncollectible they had experience for me and that it was the matter of conversation when they were at the cabin . I recite her about the dream and that ' Jane ' was express joy at my predicament in it . Sandy ’s face run short white , and she looked appalled . Her human face told me everything . I did n’t even have to ask if Jane had been laughing and probably making wise cracks at what I was going through that weekend — I recognise . "
7.“As a college student, I worked my university’s anthropology museum, cataloging the Native American collection for compliance with the NAGPRA law. Basically, my job was trying to identify anything that had been stolen from the Tribes or robbed from graves, and returning it to the rightful owners. One day, I was going through the accession cards in a filing cabinet in the back of the storage room where the collection was kept. I KNOW I saw someone walk into the room and walk toward me. I assumed it was the supervising professor, so I started talking to him and telling him which cards I had found that needed to be looked into further. No response. I peeked around the shelves toward the door and nobody there.”
" Another sentence , I was in the artefact room with the supervising professor . We were jest about a manikin that was dressed in an old seal - skin courtship — he was sitting fall off in the corner , and we were both a mo get at by how genuine he take care . Prof said he was going to hide him in a back depot closet , as he was walking by the chairwoman where the mannikin was sitting . I kid you not , that mannequin suddenly sink further down in the professorship , causing the legs to slue out further and trip the Professor . I had to laugh ( I was used to the ghost by then , and they did n’t seem malevolent ) . I say , ' He just told you what he thinks about being put in the closet ! ' "
8.“About 10 years ago, we lived in a small village in Oxfordshire after returning from a year in Spain. We moved into the small terraced railway cottage, just the two of us. We had been together a couple of years, and my new wife had a small but very heavy and expensive mirror. She was adamant that it needed a hefty fixing in our new place, so I installed a heavy-duty rawlbolt, which went about four inches into the wall with a large bolt on the outside. It was very secure with a thick, jagged hanger and — being so heavy — it took a great deal of effort to move the mirror up enough to remove it from where it hung.”
" Our parents had both give-up the ghost several yr earlier . On my married woman ’s mother ’s natal day , whilst we sat in the elbow room watching TV , the mirror dead fell from the wall and landed on the mantelpiece , leave a large scratch in the ledge . We thought the rawlbolt had failed , but it was still perfectly solid in place . So surely , the hanger on the mirror must be broken off ? No , it was still totally intact . There is no explanation for this , as the whole mirror would have to lift up around an in to fare off , and it was so top - heavy that it should have fallen to the floor and smashed . We always enunciate that her female parent must have done it on her natal day to get our tending . For clarity , there were no trains passing , and they were too far aside ( a quarter of a mile ) anyway to have any vibrations that could ’ve moved something so big . We ca n’t explicate this one at all . "
9.“I used to be a teacher at an old boarding school — third through sixth form — that was full of its own history and scandals. Immediately upon arrival, something felt very off, and I had a constant nagging feeling of needing to escape. My room on campus was in the attic of the oldest building. It was two floors, and my dog was terrified of the second floor — he would never step foot past the top stair. Normally, she never left my side, but she would cry and whine from the stairs, so I slept on my couch in the lower level for a year. At random times, she would jump up, growl, and raise her hackles while hiding in a corner or in front of me. She never stopped crying every time I left and would cry all day long.”
" But it puzzle weird . The front door to the room was so heavy , it would automatically swing out exclude on its own . One day as I was leaving , I was hold the door open to with one handwriting and dab my cad ’s head with the other . of a sudden , she started to rumble . The threshold was ripped from my handwriting so firmly , it bent two of my nails back and hang there for a second before slamming shut on my face . I heard my frankfurter freaking out inside , but I could n’t get my door back open . The upkeep piece come later that day and say the lock was broken . I had n’t even lock my doorway .
by and by , while sitting on the couch , my dog start up from behind me and came around to search at me with her head cocked to the side . As I was ask what she was looking at , I feel and heard a cold stream of air blow right into my ear . No window or doors were open . The room did n’t have AC or central air . On top of that , hand print were left on my TV that were much too turgid to be mine , and the same handprints would be on my arms after I ’d slept at night . Three knives go missing from my tongue block . The worst thing was how angry and acerb I make as time went on , like I was n’t myself . I hold out the school class then left teaching on the whole . "
10.“At the beginning of my third pregnancy, I was talking to my husband about it, and I said something like, ‘I just can’t wait to see the babies.’ My husband said, ‘Hold on, did you say “babies?"’ I hadn’t said it on purpose, but I realized in that moment that I was certain that we were having twins. There was no evidence. There are no twins in my family. But was absolutely certain of it. I said, ‘Yeah, we’re going to have twins.’ He laughed and said, ‘I guess I’ll start looking for a minivan, then.’ Two weeks later, I went to my first ultrasound, and I could barely pay attention to anything the tech was saying because I was too busy waiting for her to find the second baby. When she finished measuring the baby and moved on, I thought, ‘Well, I guess I was wrong,’ and then she said, ‘Wait, what’s this?’ There was a second heartbeat. I went home and told my husband to buy the minivan.”
11.“Many years ago, I had a roommate who was considering getting atattoo. We sat together and looked through some of my art books looking for inspiration. I remember considering what Iwouldget if I were to get a tattoo. I decided that I would want an eye, tattooed specifically on my abdomen. I never did get that, or any other tattoo. Ten years later, I answered the phone one day, and the person on the line called me by name. I didn’t know the person at all and said so. They responded, ‘We met a few months ago at the tattoo convention. You have a tattoo of an eye on your abdomen.'”
12.“My father always talked about pennies from heaven. He believed loved ones who’ve passed away send pennies to let you know they’re there with you. My father passed away quickly from cancer, and my mother was devastated. A few months later, on what would’ve been their 48th anniversary, I took her to lunch. As we got to the restaurant, there was a pile of pennies right at the front door. It wasdozensof pennies. Mom burst into tears.He was there.After lunch, we went to a drugstore. When Mom got out of the car; there was another pile of pennies next to the car door. Dad sure made his presence was known. I wouldn’t believe it was true if I didn’t witness it firsthand.”
13.“One evening about 10 years ago, I was sitting with my friends at the kitchen table in my parents’ house. It was an old house, with its foundations running back to the 1250s. It burned down a couple of times in history, and as it stands now, it dates to about the 1780s. Anyway, we were home alone and just having a nice time, talking. All of a sudden, I heard my sister’s voice coming from the direction of the front door saying, ‘Hi! I’m home!’ Thinking it’d be nice if I greeted her, I got up and walked to the front door. Except, there was no one there, and it was locked. I walked around downstairs and upstairs, thinking she might have gone to her room immediately, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I went back to my friends, saying, ‘I must have imagined it.’ They all got quiet, because they heard it, too. We decided it was just weird and left it at that.”
" A couple of hebdomad later , I was again home alone and decided to confirm whether all the doors were locked . We had a burglar get into our theatre a couple years before due to us forget to lock a door , so we ’ve been extra careful ever since . When I checked the back door , it was unlatched , so I locked it . Right as I did that , I hear a voice from behind me saying , ' Well done ! ' I gross out out , turned around , and I did n’t see anyone . I sat in a corner of the living way with every ignitor on until my parents generate home . It made me convinced there was something else in that house . The strange thing is … the voice did n’t sound vicious or malicious . It sound caring and kind , weirdly enough . So after a while , we just sort of admit there was a mom - similar figure in the house count out for us , and it was strangely comforting . "
14.“Before my parents had me and my siblings, they lived in a really old American Civil War Era house in Sparta, Tennessee. They were restoring the house — an owner before them had removed the wraparound porch on the second floor, and they were rebuilding it. When it was done, they heard a man pacing in boots with spurs on that porch all night, and every night after that. There were also instances of doors opening and shutting, lights turning off and on (you could see the switch move), and so on. They experienced many paranormal happenings in that home, but the one that takes the cake was when my aunt (my mother’s sister) and uncle went to stay with them.”
" They had just finished doing the dishes and — in an old house like that — you had to put a wash tub in the sink to do the dishes . My pop had just finish clean the wash tub out when he saw a couplet of plates he pretermit . He said something to my ma , grumbling about having to pull the airstream tub out again . I ’ve check pictures , it looks really great . Then , with all four of them in the elbow room , the washtub levitate up into the air and moved all the way across the room and into the sink , like someone had pick it up and move it . Then , something opened the draftsman where they kept the sponges , pulled out a parasite , closed the drawer , turn on the sink , and began to wash the crustal plate . It was wild .
I go to this house recently as I was passing through the area , and the house had just been sold for the 30th time in the 25 years since my parent lived there . "
15.“This happened one morning in 2019. Our house was small, about 1,200 sq. ft. I had walked from the bedroom to the kitchen several times that morning (which was only five or six steps away), as had my husband. Our baby wasn’t walking yet. My husband left to take our son to daycare and, as I walked once more from the bedroom to the kitchen, I stepped in a big dollop of raspberry jam in the middle of the floor. The only open container of jam in the fridge was not raspberry. We had not opened the jam in a few days, anyway. No one had a filled donut or PBJ sandwich or even toast that morning. I had legitimately walked through that tiny spot of floor space, like, 12 times that morning and never saw any jam on the floor. No one else had a key to our house, and we were alone in the house that morning. Where did the jam come from, and WTH?”
16.“When I was about 5 years old, we lived in a two-family house that my mom rented. There weren’t many houses on the street, and our house was the only house on our side of the road. The way the house was set up, you had to walk into me and my little brother’s bedroom to a flight of stairs that would lead to a loft bedroom where my mom slept. The only way to access her bedroom was through ours. One night, I was laying awake in bed, facing the door to the living room from my bedroom. I saw what I thought was my mom walk by me. This thing looked just like her! So much so that I actually said, ‘Good night mommy, love you.’ There was no response, and ‘she’ just went past my bed and up the stairs to my mom’s bedroom.”
" A hour or so later , I had to use the john , so I mystify out of bed and launch the door to the bread and butter room … only to see my mom and the guy she was see sitting on the story . They were up against the couch with a blanket on them , watching television receiver . Like I say , there was no other way out of my mom ’s bedroom except for the stairs through my bedroom . Even if my mama had jumped out of her bedroom window , she would n’t have had time to get in the perspective I saw her sit in when I opened my bedroom threshold . Still freak me out to this day . "
17.“When I was 7, my older brother was 17. He had received a Saint Christopher medallion on a chain from his girlfriend that he never took off. One day, he had gone to the river with some friends to go tubing. When he got home, he was standing in our living room talking to my dad, and was very upset. Apparently, the chain on his medallion had broken, and he saw it slip down and fall into the water. He and his friends had searched for a long time in the shallow water to no avail. They were talking in front of our dining room table, which had foldable leaves that were pushed up against the wall when not in use. It was one of my favorite places to play, and I was underneath the table while they were talking, sitting on the floor in roughly the 10 square feet of space underneath it. I peeked out from under the table and confidently said, ‘I’ll find it for you!’ and started looking around.”
" They both laugh as I searched the entire area , then startle looking again . The third clock time I look , there it was , lying decently where I had look doubly before , on the level . We had very short rug , and the flooring was remove the first two times I had looked , but the third time , it was there . My sidekick and Church Father were amazed . My Padre said he must have dropped it there , and my brother said again that he hadseenit lessen in the water at the river 15 mile aside . He had no approximation how it had wound up under the table , totally dry . This was the first time — but not the last — where I found a lost object that had no byplay being where I ' launch ' it . "
18.“In a horrible Chicago snow blizzard, I had no choice but to run an errand on the way home from work. When I returned to my car, I dropped my car keys — which had a small but fairly heavy black stone carved head on them — in the snow. I looked all over, and despite the fact that I should have seen the black on the snow, I just couldn’t find them. I had to call my dad to bring the extra key he had. We both searched again and finally gave up. In the spring, I put away my winter coat and pulled out my lightweight spring coat, which I had not worn since the previous spring. I put it on one morning and drove to work. After parking, I was walking to the building, and I put my hand in my pocket only to discover my keys with the carved stone head! This stopped me dead in my tracks, and many years later, I still can’t think of a plausible explanation.”
19.“I’ve always believed in angels, and this story is my proof. I was home alone when I received a call that my husband’s mother had passed away. Knowing his plane was about to depart for a long-distance business trip, I frantically called the airline to see if I could reach him. My call was immediately picked up on the first ring by a man named Douglas who told me (by name) not to worry and to hold on. By some miracle, he reached the crew just before takeoff, told my husband the sad news, and the captain turned this huge, commercial plane around so he could disembark. Now here’s the strange part of the story. After the funeral, we called the airport to express our sincere thanks to Douglas for his help. This required several attempts, disconnects, and overall frustration before reaching a human. No one had ever heard of Douglas, not even the main office.”
" This got us asking question we ’d been too emphasize to retrieve about at the time . Like , who had the exponent to lay off a plane and have it turn over around when it was already on the rail ? And , number to think of it , how did he know my first name when I never mentioned it ? Douglas , my angel , that ’s who . "
20.“When I was a teen, my parents would occasionally take business trips to locations that were several hours away by car. They would always pop into my room around 4 or 5 in the morning to say they were leaving and ask if I needed anything before they go. I invariably wished them a safe trip and rolled over to return to sleep, and their trips were always uneventful. One morning, however, I awoke crying hysterically and begged them to be careful. I had a horrible premonition of danger, but no idea of what or why.”
" They were uneasy , as this behavior was utterly out of character for me . About two hours into their trip , they were driving up a pile when they saw a car pulled over with the hood heighten . My pa was always one to check to help anyone in distress and unremarkably would have pulled in behind the fall apart down fomite . Because of my forewarning , they were more mistrustful and decided to pass the car and pull off about 20 chiliad forwards . My mother scud over behind the wheel while Dad walked back to see if he could help the young woman standing by the railroad car .
Just as he was approach the disabled vehicle , two men came hightail it up out of the undergrowth beside the road , one carrying a tire iron , the other a club . They came running at my dad . He turned and sprinted back toward our car , the armed gentleman chasing . My mother had been look out and had the car started and driver ’s door open by the time he get under one’s skin there . They barely get away without harm , but they severalize me that it was only my foreboding that save them . "
21.“When my (now ex) husband and I first got married, we were really young and didn’t have much. We had to live with his mom and grandma for a while until we figured things out. Right when we moved in, I knew something wasn’t right about that house. I would see things out of the corner of my eye, like dark shadows running around. One day, I was sitting in the garage reading (his grandma was a heavy smoker and the house reeked, so the garage was the only place where I could get away from the stench). Behind where I was seated, there was a storage area that had doors. I heard a whisper coming from the storage room that said, ‘Hey, what are you reading?’ I thought my ex was in there and was trying to scare me. I stood up and flung open the doors, only to find no one there.”
" I ran back into the sign and hid in my way for the rest of the day until my mother - in - natural law came home . I order her what happen , and she just looked down and pop to cry . I asked her what the heck was go on , and she state me that herbest friendin in high spirits schooling committed suicide in that very service department , and sometimes he would show up , especially when he imagine someone would hear him . I obviously never read in the garage again , but I would say hi to him anytime I was in the service department until my ex and I were finally able to move out .
I mean that house had more than one spirit waylay around , because that was n’t my only encounter there . Another clock time , I was walk from my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night , and I see someone walking into the laundry elbow room , which was next to the lav . I assumed it was my female parent - in - law ( she was a night owl and was always up doing things really late ) and continue to the bath . Before I pay off there , I remembered I had clothes in the dryer , so I run into the laundry elbow room to take them out of her room . But , the laundry room was empty .
There is no way she could have leave without me seeing her . I knock on her bedroom threshold to need if she had been in there , and she groggily answered like I had woken her up . I asked if she had been in the laundry room just now , and she insisted that had she been at peace for the last hour . My ex was work , so it was n’t him . His grandma lived on a different level of the house and never come down because she take a walker to move around , so it was n’t her . IknowI saw someone . I was never more glad to move out of a mansion and into a crappy flat more in my living . "
22.“This happened just after my husband and I got married. He was still vaping, and he used a pair of BLUE scissors to re-wick his vape, and left them out on my bedside table. Before I went to sleep that evening, I saw it and got this eerie feeling that I should put them away, in fear of someone using it to stab one of us. Feeling completely stupid because we lived in a safe area of town, I kept the feeling of fear to myself. I mean, what are the chances of someone breaking in, walking to our room, and taking the pair of scissors off my bedside table just to stab us with it? Anyway, I put them away, never telling my husband of my thought process. Later that evening, I was awoken by my husband crouching over me, in a defensive manner. I asked him about it, and he said he saw someone trying to stab me. I told him it was just a dream, and we went back to sleep.”
" Months later , I asked him about it , and what the physical object was that I was being ' stab with , ' and he mentioned the BLUE SCISSORS ? I never severalise him or anyone of my concern that night up until that moment . And I never figure how he could ’ve regard that the same night I got that feeling of awe . "
23.“Me and my friend David drove from Philly to Bennington, Vermont every August to work at an art workshop. I had previously told him about the ‘unusual’ events I had experienced during my life. During the two weeks of the workshop, I saw orbs and heard voices and footfalls in the dorm building I was staying in…but David was not with me when they occurred. So, we finished the workshop, loaded up my truck, and started the drive home. It was hot, in the upper 90s and humid, and we had the windows rolled down because I didn’t have A.C. We were on Route 7 south, north of Albany,New York, driving at 60 mph just sweating and laughing about the supernatural events he missed at the college. The conversation had just hit a lull, when the loudest sneeze I ever heard came from the empty space between us in my tiny Ford Ranger.”
" David and I seem at each other , and he said , ' You heard that ? ' to which I nodded yes . He then said , ' This material materialise to you a lot ? ' I nodded again . At this point , we both started laughing so hard we had to pull out off the road — just to be safe . "
— Cheryl , Philadelphia , PA
24.“My dad’s father, or grampy, died years before I was born, so I never met him. I also didn’t see a lot of photos of him growing up, I think because there was some tension between my dad and grampy. Late one night when I was a teenager, I was watching TV with my dad. I got up to go to the kitchen and get a snack during commercials. The kitchen was really just one side of this really large, open room which extends into a sitting room. I only had the kitchen light on at the time, so the sitting area was dimly lit by the kitchen light. As I was making my snack, I heard my dad walk into the room, so I lifted my gaze from the cutting board. However, when I looked up, he wasn’t there. In the dimly lit sitting room, I saw someone sitting on a couch in the dark.”
" It was n’t exactly a person , it was more like I was look at tiny , dance , colorful lightness in the material body of a someone . I could n’t make out a face or any distinguishing features , just that it look like a somebody . But , I could tell it was a gentleman somehow , and this man was seat in a very distinct mode . He was rested up against the back of the couch with his arms outstretched and rest over the tops of the cushions , and he sat with one leg crossed over his articulatio genus . As I was appear at this , I just got this gut flavour that it was my grampy . I never meet him , but I somehow just knew it was him . I do n’t know how long I stood there looking at this figure , but eventually , I got freak out and left the kitchen to go back to the tv set room . I entirely forgot my bite and just left it behind .
I sat down on the couch across from my dad in the TV way , trying to make sense of what I just saw . After a minute I enunciate , ' Dad , is there a exceptional way that grampy used to seat on the couch ? ' Dad chuckled and responded , ' Yes , actually . We had a sofa that did n’t really have a back to it , so we just put these big shock up against the wall . He used to always fall deceased take in television receiver with his arms stretched out and rest on the cushion and his legs crossed , like this—‘And then he proceeded to do the EXACT position I had seen this figure in the seance room do . Like I said , I had n’t watch many motion-picture show of grampy maturate up , and I never interpret any of him doing that , so I have no idea how I would have know that . My pop asked why , and I just mumbled back , ' No cause . ' My dada would sometimes get spooked by supernatural stuff , and I did n’t know if he would have want to take heed that his daughter might have just seen his all in father in the kitchen . So , I celebrate it to myself .
A decade later , I was in my late 20s and living in another part of the commonwealth . One Christmas , I flew home , and my dad pick me up at the airport . My papa and I got to chatting on the drive home . Somehow or other , the topic of supernatural things do up , and I finally separate my dad the story of what I saw in the session room 10 years earlier . When I finished the tale , I looked over at my dad in the driver ’s posterior . He was pallid and had a look of unbelief on his face as he was looking ahead at the route . He said , ' About a week ago , your mom had a coming together with her coworkers at the house . One of them lay claim to be a medium , and as soon as this lady walked through the door , she looked flat at me and said , ' Your father likes to fall visit here sometimes , and your girl has see to it him . '’ "
25.“When I was in my late 20s, I lived downtown in a big city and relied heavily on public transit. I took it at least twice a day, every day to and from work. Naturally, I bought a monthly transit pass (typical plastic type, same size as a credit card). Since I used public transit so often, I was always very aware of where my pass was. I was constantly checking for it in my purse or pocket to be sure it was with me. Well one day, it just vanished. I searched EVERYWHERE for it; every inch of my tiny apartment, every bag, purse, jackets, pants, anything that had a pocket. It was nowhere to be found. I remember being really annoyed because this meant I had to scrounge up change for the fare every day. This went on for about a week.”
" Then one day , I was endure on the underpass platform , wearing my jacket that I had been wearing consistently for calendar week as it was fall . All of a sudden , the transit pass slowly slip out of the sleeve of my jacket , resting in my left hand . I just stared at it . I had been wearing that jacket all week , displace my arms freely , waking , hightail it , read it on and off . How would it have not fallen out before ? The lining of the crown was sewn equally and was flush with the material it connected to , so there was no obscure fabric for the card to slip into . When it did appear , it slid out easy and smoothly from my sleeve , into my deal , kind of like how a banking concern machine would return your card from the slot . It was so weird . I still do n’t knowwhat to makeof it . "
26.“When I was a kid, my family moved to a newly built home inNew Jersey. The entire neighborhood was newly built on old farmland long since abandoned. When I was 11 and my sister was 9, our paternal grandfather passed away. Shortly thereafter, my sister and I decided to play in the ‘extra’ bedroom upstairs, which served as the ‘junk’ room at that time. We found a Ouija board and began playing with it, and eventually started asking Pop-Pop some innocent questions, like ‘What’s your middle name?’ and ‘What date was your birthday?’ I already knew the answers and wanted to see if I was unconsciously influencing the board to provide the correct response, so I said, ‘Please give us a sign that you’re really here.'”
" We waited for a moment or so , looking around the room , and suddenly , I saw , correctly by my elbow , an older rubber beverage coaster . That finicky coaster was inextricably link up in my mind with Pop - pop music , because he ’d use it to hold his beer when he visited us . The table had been COMPLETELY BARE , except for the Ouija board just a moment before ! That was his answer !
On another function , my sister and I were playing an old radio that had go to Pop - Pop . It was powered by electrical energy and worked very well , considering how old it was . While we were playing with a few plaything and listening to the radiocommunication , we heard our mommy call us to get downstairs for dinner . My sister turn off the radio , and we start out up to leave … but the wireless remain to roleplay . We stopped and tried the ' off ' boss again , but the music hold on play . We both tried every button and knob , but nothing turn , so I rive the radio ’s plug out of the electric socket , and it STILL keep playing ! After standing there for a minute or two , we ran downstairs to ask my dada to come seem at it . By the time he got up the stairs , the radio had hold on playing . We never did figure it out , but my sister and I were win over that Pop - Pop was there and had played a fiddling prank on us ! "
27.And finally, “My husband, myself, and our five kids were driving from Utah back to our home in Arizona through Las Vegas. We had just gotten gas back in Mesquite and weren’t planning on stopping until after the dam. Suddenly, I realized I had pulled off at an exit. My husband asked what I was doing, and he said I responded with, ‘The Spirit told me to get off.’ I don’t remember saying it. Idoremember that, as he was asking me, a truck that had been driving next to us flipped and rolled over the car next to it, which would’ve been us had I not gotten off. We watched as the driver’s body flew out of the truck. I realized I had watched her swerve to miss a tow truck that was parked in the emergency lane. She was driving so fast, wasn’t wearing her seat belt, and got ejected when she flipped.”
" Months by and by , at a late night girls ' nighttime , we were talking about strange warnings we ’d get from the heart , and I share that story . My friend started to cry . She said that was her best friend ’s little sister who had go . She said they never sleep together what had cause the accident , because none of the witnesses had check exactly what happened . But we had , because of where we were park on the elevated off - ramp . We survived that day , and we were capable to add peace to her house . What are the chances ? "
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